Page 163 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
“Can’t get enough,” he says, his hips forcefully rocking against me. “Squeeze my cock, Storee.”
Unable to hold on to him, I use my leg as an anchor and when he thrusts inside of me, I clench around him.
The first time, he groans so loudly that I fear the entire farm might hear him.
The second time, he bites down on the base of my neck.
The third time turns him into a frenzied man as his hands fall to my ass, propping me up more and driving frantically into me.
Pounding into me.
Rocking.
Twisting.
Fucking with so much force that it creates an unbelievable friction against my clit.
And then he starts moving me up and down as well, and that’s when he hits me in a spot I’ve only ever felt with him.
“Oh fuck,” I yell as pleasure sparks through me.
He does it again, making my entire body break out into chills.
One more time and I’m seeing stars.
Then he bites down on my shoulder with one more thrust, sending me right over the edge, and together we come, my pussy contracting around his cock, his body stiffening as he groans against me, filling me with his cum.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters against my shoulder and then pulls away just enough to look at me. When our eyes meet, he offers me a smirk before pressing a kiss to my lips.
Then he gently pulls out and sets my feet back on the ground. He places his cock back in his briefs and pulls his jeans up before buttoning them back up. And then to my surprise, he squats in front of me and with the candy cane—how on earth did he hold on to that the whole time?—he scoops up his cum from near my pussy and brings the candy cane up to my mouth.
I look him in the eyes, then down at the candy cane, and when I part my lips, his eyes go feral as I lick him off the candy cane.
When he pulls the candy cane out of my mouth, he drops it to the ground, scoops his hand behind my head, and kisses me so hard that I feel it all the way down to my toes.
Cole
I’m overwhelmed.
Really fucking overwhelmed because I like her.
I like her a lot.
And because I like her so much, fear is pulsing through me. What’s going to happen when she decides to leave? I don’t want to lose this, lose her, when I’m feeling this way, like…like she’s brought the life back into me after so many years of listlessness.
Like she’s brought me back home.
Like I can enjoy the things around me without the heavy cloud of grief engulfing me.
Like I canenjoythe Christmas season.
Like I have new air to breathe.
And it’s terrifying.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Storee says as she presses her cheek against my bare chest.
“Just thinking.”
